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Dibble
He likes to plant things anywhere!
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Iskjerne Bay
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by lostamongtrees
Description
He likes to plant things anywhere!
So begins...
Dibble's Story
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Dibble peeped out from behind a mushroom and stared pointedly at the strange man, making his way closer in flicks of movement, until he was just about sitting on the guy. There was a squeak-like the sound mushrooms make in your teeth when you eat them- which was the small winged creature addressing the much larger man.
“
That one! That one's poison! Won't kill ya but, hoo, last human I saw eat one, hooooooyeeeah!
”
“I admire your confidence.” Yukiko said calmly, in English once again. But she didn’t think the Taiyou would fight them in open battle, she knew the tactics of the generals that Shimizu would no doubt recruit to fight them. What she didn't know, however, is that King Sigurd had no intentions of fighting the Taiyou head on. The Ringtaker had his own tricks up his sleeve. Yukiko’s eyes followed Sigurd’s movements as he made his way over towards the doorway to the great hall, the sounds of the Mizuho’s shields repelling Thrym’s attack were not lost on the Princess, who could feel the trembling table, dishes and silverwear as the sonic boom from the hybrid ship's impact with Thrym's mountainous fist reached the planet. "There is a way to stop this before the fighting starts, if you’re interested, obviously you know where to find me.” Yukiko said as Sigurd paid his respects. She slowly inclined her head in acknowledgement, and watched him as he left the mead hall.
After a moment, Yukiko would turn her attention to Lord Bruce of Essex, again speaking in English, a language that was pretty much the same as his own native Anglish tongue. "Where will I be quartered?” Yukiko inquired. "This is your quarters for the time being," Bruce said directly, affirming her situation. The great hall was simple and probably not very accomodating to the Taiyou princess. There were no mattresses, and no cushions apart from the thick quilt blankets, wool beddings and frameless straw beds. She would be forced to urinate in a crude tin bucket and sleep next to the dog beds, but at least there was a central firepit and the thick wooden walls were insulated enough to keep her warm, even during the most extreme arctic weather. Although it seemed like a prison to Yukiko, such simple earthwork was actually quite comfortable and luxurious to the battle-hardened Iskjerne vikings. “What of Seno?” She asked. “If your king releases him back to my people, they will likely hear him in negotiations, this situation does not have to come to bloodshed.” Yukiko added, before she started to go back to her meal. "Seno is of no concern to you now," Bruce assured her, keeping his hands folded while guarding the entrance to the great hall. By now, Yukiko and Takao could notice the blood seeping through Bruce's bandaged torso near his shoulder. His injury had not stopped bleeding yet, but Bruce stood tall and upright, ignoring the pain as he kept his posture and his composure, keeping a watchful eye on the four berserkers who guarded Yukiko and Takao.
As the months had passed by, Iskjerne's viking population had grown considerably. There were at least one hundred Harii ghost warriors now, all of them like watchful ravens, providing nearly two hundred extra eyes and ears for the Viking konung. The black bodypainted warriors were clever and stealthy. While some of them followed the various fading tracks in the snow, they left behind hardly any of their own, instead trodding lightly on top of the snowy terrain while wearing very wide snowshoes attached to their thick black feathered winter boots which evenly distributed their weight, preventing their feet from sinking into the snow while enabling them to get around faster without exhausting as much energy. Some of them even wore black feathered hooded cloaks as they followed the fox tracks and the smaller human tracks into the scrub brush, prodding the bushes with their pronged spears, atgeirs and pitchforks.
It wasn't long before the two Harii near the caved-in entrance to Iskjerne's cave system would gain ground and close the distance between themselves and the mysterious intruder they had been tracking. They followed the fading tracks into a clearing in the foilage overlooking a small mushroom field, noticing that some of the caps had been plucked. Walking further on, they would find a strange man standing on a small path, but the man didn’t stand out. His face was painted a dark brown, and he was wearing a fox’s pelt over his head, like a hood. The man’s coat also seemed to be made from thick animal furs, which would provide ample warmth in the cold climate of Iskjerne Bay, the pommel of a sheathed sword sticking out among the pelts, along with various leather satchels. When the mysterious shroom thief spotted the Harii, he didn't even move. Instead, he just looked at them silently as the two ghost warriors stopped, staring back at him.
"I wasn't aware that the Vulpini tribe had joined us," one of the Harii whispered quietly to the other. "They haven't," the other Harii whispered back, slowly reaching behind him for his elmwood longbow as he kept his eyes on the brown-faced intruder wearing the foxpelt. "You should go warn the others. I'll take care of this," he said quietly before emerging from the bushes beneath the tall evergreen trees, pointing his loaded longbow at the shinobi with three individual arrows notched to his bowstring. "Greetings friend. Mind telling me what you're doing way out here?" the Harii warrior asked politely, pointing the arrows at the mysterious thief's midsection as the other Harii ran back to go inform the others. The ghost warrior with the longbow was painted black from head to toe, wearing an elaborately carved wooden cuirass with a crucible steel metal chestplate attached to it over a black cast iron ring-mail shirt tunic. His trousers were very baggy, with the pantlegs tucked into his knee-high leg stockings and tied to his feathered black snow boots near the ankles. He wore a raven-feathered hooded cloak, not unsimilar to the ninja's hooded foxpelt, and on his neck he wore a leather necklace with a tiny bone pendant carved in the shape of a naked woman. He had a small but thick bushy black beard and spoke with a strong Germanic accent as he approached the stranger slowly with caution, never even noticing the tiny winged creature that spoke to the shinobi.
After a moment, Yukiko would turn her attention to Lord Bruce of Essex, again speaking in English, a language that was pretty much the same as his own native Anglish tongue. "Where will I be quartered?” Yukiko inquired. "This is your quarters for the time being," Bruce said directly, affirming her situation. The great hall was simple and probably not very accomodating to the Taiyou princess. There were no mattresses, and no cushions apart from the thick quilt blankets, wool beddings and frameless straw beds. She would be forced to urinate in a crude tin bucket and sleep next to the dog beds, but at least there was a central firepit and the thick wooden walls were insulated enough to keep her warm, even during the most extreme arctic weather. Although it seemed like a prison to Yukiko, such simple earthwork was actually quite comfortable and luxurious to the battle-hardened Iskjerne vikings. “What of Seno?” She asked. “If your king releases him back to my people, they will likely hear him in negotiations, this situation does not have to come to bloodshed.” Yukiko added, before she started to go back to her meal. "Seno is of no concern to you now," Bruce assured her, keeping his hands folded while guarding the entrance to the great hall. By now, Yukiko and Takao could notice the blood seeping through Bruce's bandaged torso near his shoulder. His injury had not stopped bleeding yet, but Bruce stood tall and upright, ignoring the pain as he kept his posture and his composure, keeping a watchful eye on the four berserkers who guarded Yukiko and Takao.
As the months had passed by, Iskjerne's viking population had grown considerably. There were at least one hundred Harii ghost warriors now, all of them like watchful ravens, providing nearly two hundred extra eyes and ears for the Viking konung. The black bodypainted warriors were clever and stealthy. While some of them followed the various fading tracks in the snow, they left behind hardly any of their own, instead trodding lightly on top of the snowy terrain while wearing very wide snowshoes attached to their thick black feathered winter boots which evenly distributed their weight, preventing their feet from sinking into the snow while enabling them to get around faster without exhausting as much energy. Some of them even wore black feathered hooded cloaks as they followed the fox tracks and the smaller human tracks into the scrub brush, prodding the bushes with their pronged spears, atgeirs and pitchforks.
It wasn't long before the two Harii near the caved-in entrance to Iskjerne's cave system would gain ground and close the distance between themselves and the mysterious intruder they had been tracking. They followed the fading tracks into a clearing in the foilage overlooking a small mushroom field, noticing that some of the caps had been plucked. Walking further on, they would find a strange man standing on a small path, but the man didn’t stand out. His face was painted a dark brown, and he was wearing a fox’s pelt over his head, like a hood. The man’s coat also seemed to be made from thick animal furs, which would provide ample warmth in the cold climate of Iskjerne Bay, the pommel of a sheathed sword sticking out among the pelts, along with various leather satchels. When the mysterious shroom thief spotted the Harii, he didn't even move. Instead, he just looked at them silently as the two ghost warriors stopped, staring back at him.
"I wasn't aware that the Vulpini tribe had joined us," one of the Harii whispered quietly to the other. "They haven't," the other Harii whispered back, slowly reaching behind him for his elmwood longbow as he kept his eyes on the brown-faced intruder wearing the foxpelt. "You should go warn the others. I'll take care of this," he said quietly before emerging from the bushes beneath the tall evergreen trees, pointing his loaded longbow at the shinobi with three individual arrows notched to his bowstring. "Greetings friend. Mind telling me what you're doing way out here?" the Harii warrior asked politely, pointing the arrows at the mysterious thief's midsection as the other Harii ran back to go inform the others. The ghost warrior with the longbow was painted black from head to toe, wearing an elaborately carved wooden cuirass with a crucible steel metal chestplate attached to it over a black cast iron ring-mail shirt tunic. His trousers were very baggy, with the pantlegs tucked into his knee-high leg stockings and tied to his feathered black snow boots near the ankles. He wore a raven-feathered hooded cloak, not unsimilar to the ninja's hooded foxpelt, and on his neck he wore a leather necklace with a tiny bone pendant carved in the shape of a naked woman. He had a small but thick bushy black beard and spoke with a strong Germanic accent as he approached the stranger slowly with caution, never even noticing the tiny winged creature that spoke to the shinobi.
Dibble peeped out from behind a mushroom and stared pointedly at the strange man, making his way closer in flicks of movement, until he was just about sitting on the guy. There was a squeak-like the sound mushrooms make in your teeth when you eat them- which was the small winged creature addressing the much larger man. High above them in the sky, another tiny winged creature was actually flying down vertically from the jotunn Thrym's enormous spine heading into a fullblown skysurfing freefall inclined northwest towards the Faerie Ring in Iskjerne Bay, spotting Dibble and the Shinobi from the sky. It appeared to be a common 4-winged florescent dragonfly as it buzzed over their heads and landed on a mushroom. The blue and purple oily looking hairy insect with florescent lime green wings would perch its six spindly legs onto a red and white polkadotted fly agaric mushroom cap and turn clockwise, facing both of them with its two large round orangish red eyes, themselves a composite of hundreds of smaller individual round eyes as it used its antennae to probe the mushroom cap.
Dibble moved hastily, swatting at the colorful bug. Giants in the sky, humans forgetting common knowledge- and now the bugs, too?! Dibble knew there was something extra odd going on- what with the sky turning pink- but this was another level!
"Poison! Hoo! Dumb buggie! Man! Hey! Man! Hey!"
Dibble attempted to shoo the dragonfly off, completely oblivious to the tension of the men. Dibble squeaked out frantically to everyone about the mushroom, reminding them all in a flurry that these ones were not the safe ones.
"Poison! Hoo! Dumb buggie! Man! Hey! Man! Hey!"
Dibble attempted to shoo the dragonfly off, completely oblivious to the tension of the men. Dibble squeaked out frantically to everyone about the mushroom, reminding them all in a flurry that these ones were not the safe ones.
The setting changes from iskjerne-bay to Rikkisopi Cave System
Dibble had kept his distance, cautious as he followed the two to the caves. A lot of strange things had recently happened at Iskjerne Bay. He wanted no part of it. When he said he was going north to get away from all of the nonsense, the last thing he thought he'd find was double nonsense! And now these people-who, by the way, looked like no people Dibble had ever seen before, were here digging through the snow. At least they didn't eat the mushroom!
There had been an avalanche, and they were trying to dig through to the entrance to the cave system that was here. Dibble had taken note of the cave system but in general didn't like to venture into places that reminded him of giant mouths.
"That's a task! Wow. You might need some more hands!"
Dibble flit in the air just above them as they worked.
"You sure you wanna go in there?"
There had been an avalanche, and they were trying to dig through to the entrance to the cave system that was here. Dibble had taken note of the cave system but in general didn't like to venture into places that reminded him of giant mouths.
"That's a task! Wow. You might need some more hands!"
Dibble flit in the air just above them as they worked.
"You sure you wanna go in there?"
"Yes." Yukiko replied, before she pointed to the sky. The clouds had begun to dissipate, and the Aschen Reverence II was looming high in the skies. "Because that thing's about to burn everything." She said, before she went back to digging, using a rock as an improvised shovel.
Dibble looked up, and then back to the two, and then up, and then back to the two, and then Dibble dove for Yukiko's clothes.
"WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII"
"WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII"
The setting changes from rikkisopi-cave-system to Iskjerne Bay
Dibble sensed a great decline of spirit, and called upon Gaia to do something!He quickly flit over to near the ringed fortress. What was happening in the bay was horrible to a creature like Dibble. Humans were so confusing! So fickle!
A snow began to fall, for it was not Gaia who heard the call of Dibble but Eras. As the hearts of the vikings beat slower, so did time, a colder and colder wind blowing from the north harsh across the bay. Dibble curled beneath a mushroom, entering a deep slumber, the power of Zephras stronger than any mortal poison.
Time appeared to stand, the snow still in the air.
A snow began to fall, for it was not Gaia who heard the call of Dibble but Eras. As the hearts of the vikings beat slower, so did time, a colder and colder wind blowing from the north harsh across the bay. Dibble curled beneath a mushroom, entering a deep slumber, the power of Zephras stronger than any mortal poison.
Time appeared to stand, the snow still in the air.
Meanwhile...
A flash of light.
A crack of thunder.
A kaleidoscope of reds, yellows, and purples exploded in a remote corner of the bay. The air shimmered as a tear was cut in the fabric of reality. Then, as quickly as it appeared, the anomaly vanished. Twelve figures stood in its place, wetting their boots in the freshly melted snow.
Ten were clad in gleaming metal armor and carried varying swords, shields, and maces that glowed with radiant light. A rokin, off to the side, was dressed in azure robes and carried a silver staff. The one in the center wore a cloak, the color of dried blood, and had a hood pulled over his face.
“We seem to have missed our mark,” Thabo said. “There’s some sort of temporal interference, so we have three hours until our deadline. Remember our objectives: find the offworlders - alive - and if possible claim the head of the instigator. If things go desert-side up, we have been authorized to use the L’takasa Protocols.”
“Sir,” one of the armored aryites, Mafsha, spoke up. “Do you believe that will be necessary?”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Let’s move out. Magus, do you have a lock on our target?”
“Yes sir.” The robed rokin said, holding a glowing sphere in his talons. “In the mountains. There is a large spike in psionic energy there. Shall we make the jump?”
“Let’s inspect the area first, but have the mass teleport on a hair-trigger.”
A flash of light.
A crack of thunder.
A kaleidoscope of reds, yellows, and purples exploded in a remote corner of the bay. The air shimmered as a tear was cut in the fabric of reality. Then, as quickly as it appeared, the anomaly vanished. Twelve figures stood in its place, wetting their boots in the freshly melted snow.
Ten were clad in gleaming metal armor and carried varying swords, shields, and maces that glowed with radiant light. A rokin, off to the side, was dressed in azure robes and carried a silver staff. The one in the center wore a cloak, the color of dried blood, and had a hood pulled over his face.
“We seem to have missed our mark,” Thabo said. “There’s some sort of temporal interference, so we have three hours until our deadline. Remember our objectives: find the offworlders - alive - and if possible claim the head of the instigator. If things go desert-side up, we have been authorized to use the L’takasa Protocols.”
“Sir,” one of the armored aryites, Mafsha, spoke up. “Do you believe that will be necessary?”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Let’s move out. Magus, do you have a lock on our target?”
“Yes sir.” The robed rokin said, holding a glowing sphere in his talons. “In the mountains. There is a large spike in psionic energy there. Shall we make the jump?”
“Let’s inspect the area first, but have the mass teleport on a hair-trigger.”
The setting changes from iskjerne-bay to Rikkisopi Cave System
Working diligently to dig through the snow, Seno and Yukiko paused for a moment, as the ground began to tremble beneath their feet.
"I bet that's Yuriko..." Seno muttered, as he started to dig faster.
"I bet that's Yuriko..." Seno muttered, as he started to dig faster.
The setting changes from rikkisopi-cave-system to Iskjerne Bay
Snow stood still in the air around the new arrivals, Iskjerne Bay haven fully fallen mercy to the harsh winds of Zephras- as well as the influences of the great serpent in the mountain. In the distance there was a subtle quake from not too deep in the Weargtooth Mountains.
Takao peered his head out of the great mead hall to survey the bodies, this was all very strange to him, and he pulled his coat closer to try and stave off the cold.
The khroniktans cautiously moved through the bay. They ignored the cold for the most part, the minor enchantments in their armor staving off the worst of it, and inspected the deserted village. Thabo moved like a ghost, his boots leaving nary a trace in the snow or dust. Mafsha, sword drawn, poked his head into a longhouse and grimaced at the bodies.
“No wounds,” Thabo observed. “Weapons still in their scabbard. I don’t see any signs of a struggle, either. Either something killed them all at once, and quickly, or this was some sort of mass ritual suicide. Magus, are you recording this?”
“Yes, sir.” The rokin wizard said, gesturing to the orb floating at his side. “I am also detecting some strange arcane readings. There’s some sort of temporal anomaly… like a time stop spell, but it’s suffused into the atmosphere. I will do what I can to protect us from it.”
The wizard tapped his staff on the ground, and the arcanium orb mounted on top glowed with faint eldritch energy. A pulse of magic emanated from it, forming a transparent white dome around the party that kept most of the strange magic at bay.
“Sir!” Mafsha shouted, pointing towards one of the larger structures. “I think I see a survivor! He doesn’t look like any of the natives.”
“Must be our target. Approach cautiously and stow your weapons. We don’t need to spook him.”
The party of aryites, plus one rokin, slowly approached Takao.
“Hello!” Thabo said, speaking into a translator. “My name is Inquisitor Thabo of the Khroniktan Alliance. We have been sent as an extraction team for you and your Taiyou associates. We mean you no harm. Are there any more survivors?”
“No wounds,” Thabo observed. “Weapons still in their scabbard. I don’t see any signs of a struggle, either. Either something killed them all at once, and quickly, or this was some sort of mass ritual suicide. Magus, are you recording this?”
“Yes, sir.” The rokin wizard said, gesturing to the orb floating at his side. “I am also detecting some strange arcane readings. There’s some sort of temporal anomaly… like a time stop spell, but it’s suffused into the atmosphere. I will do what I can to protect us from it.”
The wizard tapped his staff on the ground, and the arcanium orb mounted on top glowed with faint eldritch energy. A pulse of magic emanated from it, forming a transparent white dome around the party that kept most of the strange magic at bay.
“Sir!” Mafsha shouted, pointing towards one of the larger structures. “I think I see a survivor! He doesn’t look like any of the natives.”
“Must be our target. Approach cautiously and stow your weapons. We don’t need to spook him.”
The party of aryites, plus one rokin, slowly approached Takao.
“Hello!” Thabo said, speaking into a translator. “My name is Inquisitor Thabo of the Khroniktan Alliance. We have been sent as an extraction team for you and your Taiyou associates. We mean you no harm. Are there any more survivors?”
Snow bounced off of the Khroniktans as they moved through the bay, little frozen droplets spinning out into the air as if gravity had stopped existing. Zephras didn't seem to touch them so much as they were able to grip the rest in the bay. This angered Zephras. The bay grew colder.
At first Takao shrank away from the imposing creatures, who were just as alien to him as the other inhabitants of this world. Strangely enough, they seemed to speak his language.
He stepped out of the mead hall and into the outside, pulling his jacket once again to try and stave off the cold.
"No." Takao answered simply, pointing to the bodies all around them. "Only two, Princess Yukiko, and Director Miyagi went to the mountains to try and find a way back through the gate, here I am the only survivor." Takao replied, taking a tentative step forward. So it seemed he was finally going home.
He stepped out of the mead hall and into the outside, pulling his jacket once again to try and stave off the cold.
"No." Takao answered simply, pointing to the bodies all around them. "Only two, Princess Yukiko, and Director Miyagi went to the mountains to try and find a way back through the gate, here I am the only survivor." Takao replied, taking a tentative step forward. So it seemed he was finally going home.
Takao hurried quickly towards the others, stumbling over bodies, debris, and rocks embedded into the ground. He waited quietly for their next move, but he paid close attention to their words.
Arcane energy built up, an electric hum buzzing in the air. The crystalline orb on top of the wizard's staff glowed with a brilliant light.
"Commencing leapfrog jump in three... two... one."
There was a flash of light, and one by one the party of khroniktans vanished with a small pop.
"Commencing leapfrog jump in three... two... one."
There was a flash of light, and one by one the party of khroniktans vanished with a small pop.
Mafsha panted as he slid to a halt at the edge of the village. It was cold, far colder than what he was used to in the plainslands and deserts of Arydia. He had heard rumors of the violent blizzards that crowned the Rok Mountains, but he had never been there personally.
The everlasting flame tugged at his heart and led him further into the abandoned town. Half-frozen bodies still littered the streets, forever preserved by the biting cold and strange magic that permeated the air.
The everlasting flame tugged at his heart and led him further into the abandoned town. Half-frozen bodies still littered the streets, forever preserved by the biting cold and strange magic that permeated the air.
High in the sky there was a rumble, the sound of a thunderclap, and the strange rolling of the clouds above. The ornately constructed Mizuho shifted, slowly gaining altitude, and disappearing from view.
Hundreds of vikings paused from their labours and looked up towards the skies just in time to witness a very strange phenomenon. Thick heavy clouds rolled across the snowy winter sky, followed by a low rumbling sound which sounded like thunder. There was a loud thunderclap, followed by a feint flash of light which looked very similar to heat lightning when viewed from Gaia's surface. But the great heathen army was never aware of the Mizuho's presence high above, and were oblivious to its existence. To the vikings, it seemed like a more natural phenomenon or weather occurrence, and one that most of them were actually already quite familiar with. The vikings soon went back to work as if nothing had happened out of the ordinary. In fact, they started working faster and harder now that it seemed there might be a possible storm approaching. Prince Ivar was sitting on King Sigurd's throne inside the mead hall, listening to the musical melody of the tagelharpa over the skaldic poetry and mythical songs recited by his court poets. There was a large central fire in the middle of the mead hall, which kept everyone inside warm and toasty while they filled their horns with mead and danced in celebration of Prince Ivar's successful voyage.
Just outside the great hall, however, thousands of Norsemen were hard at work, constructing new walls and ramifications for the old ring fortress. Ivar's engineers had already narrowed the scarp or hill that the mead hall rested upon, and had started to build around it, adding the foundation of a temple and a keep, with temporary ramps and bridges setup to allow traffic in and out as the new stone wall was being built. A few paths were cleared out with plows and shovels, but otherwise it was extremely cold outside, with mounds of thick and heavy snow which were knee-high and difficult to tread through. Still, it was not enough to stop the hardened vikings as they worked together like thousands of ants in assembly, using their superior strength and numbers to accomplish great things even during the midst of a cold spell. Queen Aslaug stood alone on top of a frozen burial mound, watching Fulgar Thornheim and his crew as they approached the mainland. Aslaug was in plain sight, standing still as a statue whilst still holding the horn bugle in one hand, while clutching her long elmwood walking stick with the other. Her long blue catskin dress and black feathered cloak would wave and flow with the chilly wind, her wavey red hair and almost otherworldly bright blue eyes staring silently at the strangers in the distance, no doubt noticeable to Fulgar's crew. At the base of the mound, a circle of hooded women were gathered around and huddled together in a circle, spinning and weaving threads and making spindles of yarn to be used for future purposes.
By now, many of the workers and slaves in the open fields had already started to find and collect small artifacts left behind by the warring parties and viking nations from the previous settlement. Arrowheads, broken spear-heads, silver coins, bone beads and other trinkets. Lagertha's shield-maidens patrolled the area and kept a watchful eye on the slaves and thralls to make sure they didn't steal anything, or covet any weapons they might find. Ubbe Ragnarsson and his ulfhednar were still patrolling Iskjerne Forest when they stumbled upon a certain ash tree which seemed to have a bearded man's face carved into it. There were a set of 3 nooses hanging from the branches of this sacred ash tree, and someone had painstakingly taken the time to carve runes into its trunk. Ubbe examined the markings while scratching his neck. "What do you suppose it means?" one of the ulfhedinns asked him. "I'm not sure. Copy them down, my brother will know what it means" Ubbe said, before walking away to go look at some of the other trees in the forest.
Meanwhile, the berserkers had made some new discoveries as well. One of the sons of Ivaldi came running up from the mines to inform his father of a certain small hole in the ground, which upon further inspection appeared to be some kind of hidden cave entrance. Ivaldi reported the find to Bjorn Ironside and his small den of berserkers at the watch tower. Bjorn in turn sent a rider to the mead hall to go inform Prince Ivar, who was still drinking and feasting and having a good time. Bjorn Ironside also summoned more of his own personal guards to the watch tower, deeming it to be a great point from which to conduct a nearly aerial survey of the kingdom below. Prince Bjorn had seen Fulgar Thornheim's vessel arriving from the north, even before they had reached the docks, such was the view from high up in the watch tower. Again, however, the berserkers thought little about it. After all, it was only a small crew, not exactly an entire army. The vikings were no strangers to having visitors back home, and so there was very little need for any of them to feel alarmed now that they had found new land. On the other side of the small inlet of Iskjerne Bay, however, Volund the Smith had made some interesting discoveries as well. At the top of the long stone carved stairway into the mountains, where Iskjerne Forge was located, Volund found the broken remnants of some strange foreign inventions and dazzling purple crystals. All of the round egg-shaped stones were cracked, save for one of the crystals which had a very feint pinkish glow to it. "Well that's interesting," Volund said, sticking the crystal into his pocket.
Just outside the great hall, however, thousands of Norsemen were hard at work, constructing new walls and ramifications for the old ring fortress. Ivar's engineers had already narrowed the scarp or hill that the mead hall rested upon, and had started to build around it, adding the foundation of a temple and a keep, with temporary ramps and bridges setup to allow traffic in and out as the new stone wall was being built. A few paths were cleared out with plows and shovels, but otherwise it was extremely cold outside, with mounds of thick and heavy snow which were knee-high and difficult to tread through. Still, it was not enough to stop the hardened vikings as they worked together like thousands of ants in assembly, using their superior strength and numbers to accomplish great things even during the midst of a cold spell. Queen Aslaug stood alone on top of a frozen burial mound, watching Fulgar Thornheim and his crew as they approached the mainland. Aslaug was in plain sight, standing still as a statue whilst still holding the horn bugle in one hand, while clutching her long elmwood walking stick with the other. Her long blue catskin dress and black feathered cloak would wave and flow with the chilly wind, her wavey red hair and almost otherworldly bright blue eyes staring silently at the strangers in the distance, no doubt noticeable to Fulgar's crew. At the base of the mound, a circle of hooded women were gathered around and huddled together in a circle, spinning and weaving threads and making spindles of yarn to be used for future purposes.
By now, many of the workers and slaves in the open fields had already started to find and collect small artifacts left behind by the warring parties and viking nations from the previous settlement. Arrowheads, broken spear-heads, silver coins, bone beads and other trinkets. Lagertha's shield-maidens patrolled the area and kept a watchful eye on the slaves and thralls to make sure they didn't steal anything, or covet any weapons they might find. Ubbe Ragnarsson and his ulfhednar were still patrolling Iskjerne Forest when they stumbled upon a certain ash tree which seemed to have a bearded man's face carved into it. There were a set of 3 nooses hanging from the branches of this sacred ash tree, and someone had painstakingly taken the time to carve runes into its trunk. Ubbe examined the markings while scratching his neck. "What do you suppose it means?" one of the ulfhedinns asked him. "I'm not sure. Copy them down, my brother will know what it means" Ubbe said, before walking away to go look at some of the other trees in the forest.
Meanwhile, the berserkers had made some new discoveries as well. One of the sons of Ivaldi came running up from the mines to inform his father of a certain small hole in the ground, which upon further inspection appeared to be some kind of hidden cave entrance. Ivaldi reported the find to Bjorn Ironside and his small den of berserkers at the watch tower. Bjorn in turn sent a rider to the mead hall to go inform Prince Ivar, who was still drinking and feasting and having a good time. Bjorn Ironside also summoned more of his own personal guards to the watch tower, deeming it to be a great point from which to conduct a nearly aerial survey of the kingdom below. Prince Bjorn had seen Fulgar Thornheim's vessel arriving from the north, even before they had reached the docks, such was the view from high up in the watch tower. Again, however, the berserkers thought little about it. After all, it was only a small crew, not exactly an entire army. The vikings were no strangers to having visitors back home, and so there was very little need for any of them to feel alarmed now that they had found new land. On the other side of the small inlet of Iskjerne Bay, however, Volund the Smith had made some interesting discoveries as well. At the top of the long stone carved stairway into the mountains, where Iskjerne Forge was located, Volund found the broken remnants of some strange foreign inventions and dazzling purple crystals. All of the round egg-shaped stones were cracked, save for one of the crystals which had a very feint pinkish glow to it. "Well that's interesting," Volund said, sticking the crystal into his pocket.
Fulgar Thornheim looked up to the thick clouds rolling in across the sky and accelerated his progress towards the Great Hall. He feared he was too late, but the happenings in the settlement seemed quite normal...
Vikings moved freely throughout, a seemingly lively population. The entire army was settled in the harbor, so what of this summoning? Had something happened in Sigurd's kingdom which warranted the call of the ancients? Why were the warriors all still in the town, with no sign of threat on the horizon?
Fulgar had questions for Sigurd, the great immortal King of the South. Furrowing his brow, he pressed onward.
Vikings moved freely throughout, a seemingly lively population. The entire army was settled in the harbor, so what of this summoning? Had something happened in Sigurd's kingdom which warranted the call of the ancients? Why were the warriors all still in the town, with no sign of threat on the horizon?
Fulgar had questions for Sigurd, the great immortal King of the South. Furrowing his brow, he pressed onward.
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